Clair watched as Simon held the lamb, she was a small lamb, only about 150 pounds, which in the mind of Clair was not all that heavy.
Simon seemed...hesitant to hold the sheep, but Clair had shoved it in his arms and he had taken it, well Simon, Welcome to Clair's 'pushy side'!
she watched as E11, (or named by Clair as Fanny) came up and butted Simon in his hip, she knew that Fanny was like that, pushy and rude,
"oops, Sorry Simon, forgot to tell you E11, or Fanny, is a little pushy, just push back."
but it was too late, Giggot was kicking about.
Clair was thinking of helping him, but also knew that he could fix it if she gave him instructions on how to do so.
"Simon Calm down, your nervous or afraid, Giggot has picked up on that, so calm down." she waited for Simon to calm down, knowing she would see results in Giggot.
"After you calm down move her so that her body is like I was holding her, She is little and harmless, just a cloud in the sky."
Clair spoke calmly, if she was good at one thing it was speaking calmly.
she knew that the sheep was not 'harmless, but telling Simon that might calm him down, it might make him chill out enough to let Giggot calm down too,
when Giggot had been small she had been taken to sick children to help them when they got needles, or other medical things. Giggot was a good sheep for Simon to learn with.
now if Simon did as she had old him the sheep would calm down, now she leaned against the wall watching, if Simon could not fix it she would jump in then, and only then.
(Wc 300)
@Simon Kincaid

"Definitely not afraid," he quickly muttered. Afraid? Of a cotton ball? Psh.

"Okay, Gig...we've got this, we've got this," he whispered, moving his hands so that they were in a better position to hold the younger sheep. Within moments he was able to hold her similar to the way Clair had when she first handed the lamb off to him. Part of him wondered if the lamb didn't like the coldness of his body temperature, or if it could somehow sense that he was different. He thought about that a moment and how Clair knew now what he was. Had she told her family? Were they still okay with him being there? So far he had a warm welcome.

Simon then decided he'd try a unique sort of tactic on the animal to calm it down and show that he too was calm. He decided to sing. It was low, but the sheep would be able to hear it just fine, along with the other sheep in the barn and Clair herself.

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be


No, it wasn't a plea for help. It was just one of his favorite Beatles songs. It was one he often played while playing the piano, just one of those songs that came to him often and he always had enjoyed.

Whether it was his calming down that affected the animal or his singing, he dropped off singing and slowly placed the lamb back down and patted it's back, feeling the roughness of the wool. He then went to look up to Clair but saw Fanny coming back. "Nope. Nope," he said to her and held up her hand. Instead of bumping his side this time it bumped into his hand, less forcefully and more playfully. Simon smiled and looked up at Clair. "Who's the sheep whisperer?"

Clair almost died when Simon started to sing, his voice was nice, but the so g was more of the shocker, mainly because Clair knew that song! she was still leaning on the wall, watching, but she seen the sheep, Giggot, relax her body calming down, every muscle calmed down. the lamb's body was calm.
when Simon put her down the small lamb wandered off, looking for food.
Fanny came over and tried to butt Simon again, but Simon stopped her with his hand,
when he asked who the sheep whisper was Clair laughed, "Sheep whisper? nah, I would say you just got Lucky!" she smiled "I'm just joking Fluffybutton." she smirked at her new nickname for Simon, patting Fanny on the head she looked at Simon, or FluffyButton, as she was now calling him, "Wanna meet our goats? we have two kinds, Boars and Alpines." she knew that the breeds lf the goats would mean nothing to city living Simon so she started to explain; "The Boars are for meat, they have coloured beads and white bodies." she paused, letting the effect sink in, "The Alpines are Dairy, they have horns, are any colour, the adult does only weight lime 135 pounds, their good goats." she looked at him "which pen first Sir FluffyButton?" stepping out of the pen she pulled Simon after her, "Sorry, I don't want Fanny getting out, she is a little pain
in the butt!" this was no lie, last time Fanny had gotten out it had taken Clair and Belle, who had been using magic, three hours to get the little beast.
(wc 270)
@Simon Kincaid

Simon blinked as he tried to understand his friend's new nickname for him but he decided to just let it go. He had been used to odd nicknames his entire life, thanks to his aunt. Aunt Maggie liked to take synonyms that began with the letter S and then put it before his name. She did this ALL.THE.TIME. Silly Simon, Studious Simon, Sincere Simon, Skillful Simon. He believed he had heard it all.

He listened about the goats. Two kinds...but he still wasn't sure he was able to keep the information straight although he did his best to. "Peace out, ewes," he said, flashing the sheep a peace sign and then looked over to Clair. "Get it, like Peace out...YOUs." He looked to Clair with a bright smile.

"No? Okay, no," he said and as they left the Sheep Barn he went and drew his hood from his sweatshirt up over his head. Sure it was Winter, but the sun still shone on Winter days. The sun still shone even on cloudy days, it just wasn't as apparent. Better to be safe than sorry.

"I had this book when I was little called Gregory the Terrible Eater. It was about a goat that loved to eat all sorts of healthy foods and his parents were trying to figure out what's wrong with him. They thought he should eat things like goats should, like tires and cans, shirts and pants. ...That isn't really what they eat, is it?" Probably a misconception.

Clair rolled her eyes when Simon said 'Piece out Ewes' she guessed this was a joke, a odd joke, but a joke nonetheless!
when they left the barn she noticed how Simon was not wearing a winter coat.
"how are you not freezing?" she asked, snugging her own coat around her body,
then the thought filled her head, she had never learned the answer, was Simon a Dhampir?
"Er... Simon, can I ask you something? you never responded to my question the last time, but I never asked you again, but if you don't want me to ask you I won't." she said looking at him, she was pretty sure he would know her question,
she waited to see what Simon would say, would he let her ask it?
when they arrived at the Goat barn she looked at Simon, "So Simon, which pen? the Boars or the Alpines?" she smiled knowing that after she had asked Simon if she could ask him her question, she guessed that he was most likely worried that she would just ask if he was a dhampir.
she smirked a little, there was something about breaking a tension that she had built.
walking past another stall she pointed, " there is another good stall, I'll give you some space if you need to go." she said, holding back a grin, he had to be guessing that she was just kidding with him by now!
(Wc 241)
@Simon Kincaid

Ah, there it was. Ever since that late night when they had first met, he had planned on telling her the answer to the question he so rudely avoided when she first asked. Still, he stood by it. He couldn't openly talk about it when a staff member was nearby; even if that staff member was the incredibly cool Caretaker. Upon their meetings following that day, he always intended to tell her but something came up. Surely she knew the answer, she just probably wanted to hear it from him.

Then she threw him a curve-ball and asked about which type of goat. Simon smiled, appreciating the levity but he was pretty certain he knew that was still on her mind. "Alpines, of course. Their name is more awesome." He followed her lead as they headed towards the area where the goats were held.

"...Hey Clair?" he stopped walking just as they approached the front of the barn. "Clair?" he asked again, his hand now reaching out to take hers into his own so that she'd ensure to stop and give him her undivided attention. The goats could wait.

"You uh...you asked the night we first met about me and uh, if I was...you know, a..." it was hard to say. The school paper and other things had created such a horrible stigma around the word that he was afraid it might scare off his friend. "...A dhampir. Well, I couldn't admit it then because of the company and it's not really something that's so easy to admit to. But uh, yeah," his brown eyes stayed fixated on hers, trying to gather a sense on what she was feeling. Was she expecting this? Was she frightened?

"I'm sorry that I redirected you and your question. Making your words insignificant was never my intention."

when Simon said that he wanted to see the Alpines first Clair grinned,
"Really? you think it sounds better? it's just said AL-pine-s!" she was about to step into the barn when Simon called her name, and again and he took hold of her arm, thinking quick she looked around, relaxing when she seen no shovels that he might be chucking at someone's head.
"Yes?" she said looking at him, her blue eyes meeting his brown eyes.
when he said that he was a dhampir Clair got really excited, maybe too excited.
"Wait! I have SO many question!" she said, she had read many books on Vampires and Dhampirs, she knew a few thinks about them.
"Sooooo can you spit out fangs? I once read that Dhampirs could! ooh! and do you cry blood?
do you have sharp finger nails?" she paused waiting for his response.
"Oh yeah, and my family does not know about Kit and that night, just so you know!" she grinned at him, "Somethings can stay as secrets." looking back over at the barn she realized that they were in sunlight even if it was some what cloudy,
"What about the sunlight? why are you not melting or something?"
(wc 204)
@simon kincaid

Clair hit him with a rapid fire game of Twenty Questions. Or, well, it was more a game of Under-Twenty-Questions, but still, lots of questions at once. He had done the same in his life before. "I uhh," he paused, smiling a moment because his friend seemed very curious and had expected this. The best part? - She didn't seem afraid at all.

"My teeth...apparently in the next year or so they might get a little more prevalent," he said and smiled but then also opened his mouth to show her the two pointy ones that were probably only slightly more so than someone's. Not super noticeable but the way he normally smiled, you didn't notice at all.

"They crying thing... do you really think I cry? I mean, I'm as manly as they come, Clair," and he smiled again, wider this time. "But uh, ...yeah, there's truth to that." He thought back to his moment at Hogwarts with Haley during their 3-4 month argument...or whatever one would call that.

"Fingernails aren't sharp," he said and playfully brushed his hand against her shoulder, "but I clip them every single day. They grow super fast." He knew that humans only had to do it somewhat regularly, certainly not daily.

Then she asked why he wasn't melting and he glanced up at the cloudy sky. "As for not melting away, duh...Clair, I'm not a snowman," he smiled to her and put his arm around her as he pushed the door to the goat barn open. Not melting but that didn't mean he wanted to stay out in it longer than he had to. "I can be in sun, just not for prolonged periods of time."

"So show me these goats and all their goat magic. Oh, we should totally try goat yoga while I'm here."

Clair listened as he answered her questions. she watched how he showed her his teeth, and how they were not overly pointy.
she laughed when he said he was no snowman,
"Oof, bad word choice huh??" she smiled at him,
"Manly?? dude, your what twelve? You might be able to chuck a shovel pretty well, but I don't see how that makes you manly!"
nodding she led him into the barn, this barn was nicer then the Sheep's.
it had two rows of stalls, the lighting was good and the pens were clean, the barn smelled of goats and hay.
"well, the Alpines are over here, but let me close the door first." she closed the barn doors, and came back, "Wanna try goat yoga huh? well now's your chance!" she opened she door of a pen that was bigger and full of Does and their Kids, the goats ran out of the pen and started to pock about, Clair picked up a silver Kid Doe, she kissed the Kid on the nose and brought her over to Simon,
"This is J5, but I call her Janet." the goat started to wiggle, and Clair laughed, "Oh you little worm!"
putting the goat down she pointed to another, "that's Kenna, and that is Flora, that is Katt,"
she was cut off for saying anymore names when the barn door opened and Izzy's head popped in,
"Mum wants to know how you like your Steak Boy." she said sounding angry at having to leave her room,
Clair glared at her, "His name is Simon, and you don't have to whine because you had to leave your room!"
Izzy snorted and looked at Simon, "well?"
(wc 283)
@Simon Kincaid

Simon smiled, thinking back to the shovel incident. He'd let the manly thing go because it really wouldn't be proper in any way to try and convince Clair how he was manly. Besides, she was busy now showing him some of the goats that she just let out of one stall.

"Hi, Janet!" he said as he knelt down to see the little goat a little closer. Some of these ones were very friendly and Simon liked them. He was in that position when she introduced him to some of the rest of the group and the door opened to reveal the blonde asking him a question.

He slowly stood up, surprised to see the other sister because Clair had sort of warned him about her. "Hey. Yep, Simon, Izzy, right?" he gave her a wave and a smile, knowing she might not appreciate it but he'd still try and be friendly. That's what Hufflepuffs did. "Rare is good." He knew most thought that was downright gross but he really had a hard time eating it otherwise.

Simon was pretty sure the sister wouldn't stick around and he expected her to stalk off. He wondered why Clair didn't just have a cellphone with her to text such questions. That's how he and Aunt Maggie would have handled the situation. "You know, they seem a little stocky. I'm not sure they'd be up for goat yoga."